I Dare You!

Cameron walks into the kitchen half-naked and gets right under Gina's skin. She throws down the dare like a knife on the table. Let me see that big cock of yours, show me what a man is, let's see if you're full of shit. Her head swims once the jeans hit the floor; the thing that bounces out is thick, heavy, veined exactly the way she's ached for in every bad fantasy. Heat slams between her legs so hard it hurts. Gina drops onto her knees without another word and wraps her lips around the fat head. She sucks him loud and wet, her throat stretching as the tip scrapes past her tongue. She pulls off only long enough to growl that she needs it buried in her cunt. Her skirt's already hiked, panties soaked through, thighs trembling while she guides that slick cock deep inside her. Every thrust knocks a new broken sound out of her. She rides him on the kitchen chair, sweat rolling down her tits, nails digging half-moons into his shoulders. She keeps whispering filthy mother-son filth between ragged breaths because the taboo twists her that much tighter. She chases the first hot surge with another, milking every drop from him, tongue out, mouth open, greedy for whatever leaks. The moment his spunk lands on her tongue she smiles, greedy, already planning round two before she even swallows.